In the darkness of the ninth night, from the dawn, I hide away
For the spirits so indulging, life is but a yea or nay
From the most forbidden moment, to the time of rising sun
All the monsters wandering must find a path on which to run

Dancing as they flutter downward, like a spider takes your heart
Those who act in hate and anger choose our fates like throwing darts
Thunder with its awful scream and ripples broken in the night
When the two reflect each other, they reveal dazzling light

Something has gone wrong, tears keep falling on, there it comes, it's the dread of the dawn

Life's in short supply, so toward the sky, that's where I fly, still running 'round in night
Going down the streets, to indigo's beats, searching for dreams
My wavering thoughts, turning to naught, crumbling illusions that leave me distraught
My final tears fall, and like them all... sink until they're smaller than small

Wings colored with bloody crimson and the labyrinth of blue skies
The breathing of rusted steel suddenly stops in surprise
Frightened by the constant panting of monsters within the ground
All the spirits' destinations are no longer to be found

When all words are gone, lost to the dawn, is there a spell on which I can call upon?
If I can depend, I'll seek an end, in the dreamy night
My wavering thoughts, turning to naught, crumbling illusions that leave me distraught
That brilliant light that shined so bright... disappears tomorrow

When all words are gone, lost to the dawn, there is a spell on which I can call upon
So I have sought to find the dawn
My wavering thoughts, turning to naught
Crumbling illusions that have left me so distraught...